Luyện nghe bài hát Elementry

G Unit, A, B
You can't with me
C, D
We from the streets
E, F
Don't talk me to
G, H
It's

me rolling Range Rover
Same color your Air Ones
on white, ya like? Red I flight the night
From L.A. to N.Y. I'm bound

You see how bitches tense up, Scarlett 'round
get the heart to holla while we up in the club
But get intimidated when they see me sitting on
I hear 'em whispering, "That a man, shit that's her"

She roll with G Unit niggas, that's what's up
Disrespect me, I'll have niggas ya up
Take my advice, don't let ya grass ya up
I got a fetish for the chips, for the six hollows for the clips

Try me, if you think I'm playing
And the police we'll have another scene taker
Jim Star crush your head, give ass a shape-up
Uptown niggas known for the money make
Everybody ain't shook, you see doing the

The boss ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and TV's"
The snitch in the saying
"He X, he sell techs, and he sell D"

The balla by the bar
"Everybody drink, the best champagne, all on me"
Snitch in the of the police car
Pointing out the window saying, "He me"
elementary

1, 2, 3, 4
Lloyd in the house

Now get the fuck on the floor I through the front door
With the 9 and the velor, a cal in my
You will, pop it, I'm down for a profit
I'm as hell, you can't you tell?
My road dog, under the jail getting frustrating

So I'm drinking and smoking and hoping
This gon' open, you can dance next to me
But throw an elbow, I'll throw one back
And leave blood on your Toes
no I ain't paying for pleasure

Your pussy don't bring rainbows and of treasure
every girl's dream, to floss with the team
Long on the suine, on the screen
on cream waiting for you to scheme
You ain't gotta know how to read, to a magazine

The spending ends
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 rims, and four TV's"
The in the precinct saying
"He sell X, he techs, and he sell D"

The balla by the bar
"Everybody drink, the champagne, it's all on me"
Snitch in the of the police car
Pointing out the window saying, "He me"
elementary

I don't grow up, I'ma hustler kid
Go and stunt, see I don't pop two your wig
I'm artistic, intelligent, so much
When I use them big words, your be feeling me

So niggas hate me, 'cause your wives be our groupies
Y'all irritate me, loud people in the movies
Fall back, matter back down
'Cause I just security without no pat down

You can catch me in the blowing a sticky
Or catch me on the floor feeling some tits
Sex sells, so P I M P
So my pockets be empty

It ain't no problem, we scoop models
We got condoms, coups, and lavish
50 got me ass like I never did
So when I in the club, hoes love the kid

The boss spending
Saying, "Gimme that Benz, 20 inch rims, and TV's"
The snitch in the precinct
"He X, he sell techs, and he sell D"

The balla by the bar
"Everybody drink, the champagne, it's all on me"
in the back of the police car
Pointing out the window saying, "He me"
It's

The cat in the go
Meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow, meow,
The in the cage go
Tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet, tweet,
elementary